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I get scared
When hatred gets layered
Over the love seeds
Over the memory beeds

I get afraid
When under the shade
Killed are my emotions
From all relations

I get frightened
When my growth tightened
Loses like a sand
From my hand

I am scared
I am afraid
I am frightened
         

Not from any ghost
But from being roast
By ditches
By deed that itches

My shadow has ran away
Life in me has turned into a hard clay
In horror my hair stand errect
I can no longer carry a mask to act

My God give me your call
I am waiting for you in this lifeless hall
But before this
I wanna say that I do miss

A happy me
Who on smile never charged a fee
A brave me
Who from the problems never flee

The frauds
Have broken all my chords
My confidantes have stabbed my heart
They reveal my secrets aloud going in a cart

Everything I have lost
To me nothing now cost
But I don't want my story to be repeated
Please let all the evils from this world get deleted

In the heaven, happy I would be
To see the things as they should be.


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launchora_imgTJ Cutamora
6 years ago
wow !!! i admire you so much
launchora_imgTia Writz
6 years ago
Aww... thank u And so sorry for late reply
launchora_imgThe P12
6 years ago
Wow! Such a wonderful masterpiece! Would you mind reading my works too?
launchora_imgTia Writz
6 years ago
Yeah I will❤
launchora_imgTia Writz
6 years ago
Sorry for late reply
launchora_imgNakul Malik
6 years ago
The mask is just for those who can not see how beautiful your soul is. Don't worry be happy!
launchora_imgTia Writz
6 years ago
Yeah✌ Sorry for late reply
launchora_imgLaunchora User
6 years ago
wow amazing.
launchora_imgTia Writz
6 years ago
Thank u so much and definitely sorry for such a late reply?❤
launchora_imgLaunchora User
6 years ago
it's ok
launchora_imgLaunchora User
6 years ago
it's ok
launchora_imgmadxxx
6 years ago
" I can no longer carry a mask to act."
launchora_imgTia Writz
6 years ago
Thanks?... sorry for late reply
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